The Magic Eye Little

Her dormitory was smaller, with eight beds. The beds were arranged along the wall, leaving a space in the middle. One end opened onto a corridor, and the other end had a window. Her bed was on the top bunk of a bed by the window.,The whiteboard, also her self-motivation and encouragement monument, urged her to accomplish one goal after another. It was previously placed at home, but when she went to high school, she moved it to her dorm room and hung it above her bed. Every morning, as soon as she opened her eyes, she could see it, making her feel like a well-oiled machine, studying diligently and striving for progress every day.,The elderly man was over sixty years old, his hair was gray, but he was in good spirits. His stall was set up next to his son's store, not taking up anyone else's space. He had a small table with copper coins and antique jewelry on it. The old man sat behind the table, chatting with people when they came by. When there were no customers, he would occasionally take out his long pipe and take a few puffs. Basically, there weren't many chances to chat, and most of the time he was alone in silence.。